Filed to story: The Rejected Werewolf Princess (Camilla & Tyson) by Didi Adeyemi >>
“F**k you,” he spat in my face and I had to take a step back to avoid his saliva hitting me. Ryker was furious because the next thing I knew, he had punched him so hard that we went unconscious.
“Take him to the dungeons,” Ryker ordered the other guards and his voice was so devoid of emotion that even I was concerned.
I noticed that the other guards were looking at him with a healthy dose of fear that wasn’t there before. They respected him for his position but now there was fear as if they had jut realized that not only was he a royal- he could defend himself too.
As soon as they had gone, Ryker turned to me. “Are you alright?” I nodded but he still spent his time doting over me and checking to make sure that I was alright. “Did he touch you?”
I shook my head. “Everything is fine, you don’t have to worry.”
He finally sighed in relief. “Good, you should go in and rest, I need to interrogate him.”
“No, I’m going with you,” his ‘no’ was so quick that I paused and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”
“Camilla, please, he was responsible for you almost dying. I don’t want you anywhere around him and an interrogation room is not the right place for you. It is too blo ody.”
“I don’t care,” I shot back and he raised a brow. “I am going, Ryker, with or without your permission.”
He seemed to realize that there was not much he could do concerning it so he sighed. “Once it gets too much, I want you to leave, okay?”
I nodded, that was an easy promise to make.
I felt out of place in the dark dungeons. The walls had grime and blood splatters and the room smelled like a mix of p iss, fear and blood.
There were not a lot of people in the dungeons because according to my mother, she hated having people down so she killed them as swiftly as possible. Only one other cell was occupied and I could t help but wonder what he had done.
Ryker walked ahead of me to the cell where the guard was being held. He was awake and sporting a black eye but that didn’t stop him from trying to look like he was not a second away from pi sing his pants. His fear was so tangible that I could feel it wrapping around the room and threatening to choke us all.
“I will give you one chance to make this easy,” Ryker began as he rolled up his sleeves. “Tell us where Frederick is and who the other people are. If you do this then I will make this as slow as possible.”
“I will never help you,” he spat then turned to me. “Frederick is the rightful king, the throne is no place for a spoiled little brat who needs her mate to protect her.”
His words were barely out of his mouth before Ryker had grabbed his chin in a bruising grip. “If you talk to or look at my mate again, I will cut out your tongue and shove it down your throat. The last time I checked, you didn’t need a tongue to write down names.”
That had him shutting up immediately. “I am not helping you.”
“I hoped you would say that.”
Ryker took out a rag and shoved it into his mouth. I was so confused as to why he did that until he took a pair of pliers and pulled out the nail on his thumb. The scream was mu ffled through the rag and even I flinched. Ryker did not hesitate before pulling out another and it suddenly hit me why he didn’t want me here. He glanced over at me and I nodded to assure him that I was okay, I just hoped I would be.
It took me fifteen minutes to realize that I wanted to leave. I managed to stick through the pulling out of the nails but when Ryker started to strategically break ff his fingers, I realized I had enough and I quietly walked out of the room. I knew he noticed and I knew he was worried but I also knew that if I stayed any longer then I was going to throw up.
I passed by Christine on my way and she looked concerned. She reached out for me but I shook my head and briefly explained what happened. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and led me to my room because. my legs were shaking badly. She helped me run a bath and even helped me get in. She sat on a stool by the tub just keeping me company. No words were spoken between us but her presence was enough.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that but the next thing I remembered was the door opening and Ryker walking in. There were blood splatters on his shirt and hands. Christine shot me a look as if asking if I were okay and it wasn’t until I nodded that she walked out.
CAMILLA’S P.O.V
“You’re out early,” I began slowly as I got out of the water. “I thought it would take at least another half hour.”
“It would have if you were still there,” I cocked my head to the side. “I was going easy on him because of you, Camilla. I only needed five minutes before he agreed to give me a name in exchange for a night of rest.” I was more shocked than horrified. I knew Ryker was brutal and feared but I didn’t know it was this bad. He took a step closer to me. “Are you scared of me?”
I shook my head and I saw him smile.
He reached out with the intention of touching me but he noticed the blood on his hands and pulled away. “I should get cleaned up.”
I nodded in understanding and stepped away from the tub. I was almost by the door when I realized I had another question. I heard him pulling off his clothes so I didn’t turn back.
“The name he gave you- what happens now?”